Sister Agnes vs. Bubbles Burst - So Little Faith

Bubbles let out a yelp of excitement as she sent her foe flying, thrilled in the experience. Usually, she just got to fling around the smaller girls, the women who were barely pushing 130, tops, so hurling a heftier lady like Agnes was a rare treat. People knew she was strong, could tell that just by looking at her, but this was one of the better opportunities for the Virgin Killer to cut loose - this woman could take a higher level of both pleasure and punishment, and Bubbles had so much to give on both fronts.

Bubbles rolled to her knee and spun about, expecting Agnes to be on her way up, only to find that the sister was still horizontal and languishing from the hit. She had a hard chuckle and licked her lips. ”You okay over there, sis?” She grabbed the rope nearby and pulled her way up. ”Flight was a little too rough for you?”

Bubbles dominant senses were tingling full stop as she made her way over to Agnes downed body. Reaching down, she wrapped her hands around the smaller woman’s head and pulled up, forcing the rest of her body to stand along with it. ‘Womanhandling’ her, as Mariah liked to call it.

”Up, up, up.” She brought their faces close enough for noses to rub. ”Stay with me, big sis. We’re just starting, you and me.”

Bubbles pulled back, letting Agnes’ head go, only to step in again and swing her arm out with a knife edge chop, targeting her foes tits with the slicing blow. While she wasn’t a striker, she could put some good force into any blow, and this was no exception.

Agnes was certainly down, but not for long. Bubbles would see to that. The larger woman appeared to be having the time of her life, as indicated by her cruel taunting and general good spirited demeanor. Her experience was much the opposite of the Sister's.

Agnes' neck was sore from the impact. She'd not taken the slam very well. Beyond that, Bubbles had expressed her power and technique perfectly! It was clear that if she let her, Bubbles could destroy her body before she plundered her sex.

And as if the thouvht had cued up the action, the chuckling bubbles grasped either side of Agnes' head! She lifted her up bodily!"Ngh!" Was all the lovely blonde could offer. Her feet kicked as she was momentarily lofted off the ground and she whimpered before she found her feet connected to the blessed earth once more.

Their noses practically butterfly kissed as her head was still spinning. "Do your worst! I am in the Lord's care!"She stated through her panting. It had taken extra energy to get those words out. Mostly because she was still dazed. Too dazed to understand how much joy those words would give Ms. Burste!

"Hyaaaah~" She sang out in agony as Bubbles chop crushed her tits! Her one breast slammed into the other and sent Sister Agnes stumbling backwards! When she finally came to a stop, that is if Bubbles didn't grab her, she found her back against the ropes.

The breast that had been battered had been knocked clean out of it's cup! The creamy pale flesh fully exposed for the world. And for bubbles.
it was perfect. Angelic even. Firm and heavy and topped with a thick pink nipple. The bud of which was hardened and suckably smooth! The spot where she had been struck had already started to turn red.

Agnes hung from the ropes panting like a beaten dog. But in truth, the chop had woken her up. She was using the ropes to rest. And she was doing so right in front of the table that housed Bubble's wife on the outside.

Agnes asked for the worst and she got the worst. Bubbles landed one of the better chops of her career, bringing it down on her foe’s immaculate skin without an ounce of mercy. Back when they were training, before they were even a couple, Mariah had improved her chops by having her slapping a door, working until she got the timing just right. As they entered a relationship, Bubbles continued that training on her own wife’s chest, as a great standin for a whip. It was that wealth of experience which she brought to the table now, and the result was a hot red streak on the nun’s chest.

Nasty...but satisfying.

And it bore some fruit, too. Not only had the attack left her reeling, but now it had knocked off Agnes' perk, pink nipples free, exposing it to the fresh air and audiences around the world. Countless millions were salivating over this doe-eyed beauty, but Bubbles was the only one who got to have a full taste. So, so lucky.

Bubbles felt a tingle up her spine as Agnes cried out from her chop, filling the ring with her heavenly song and giving Mariah the perfect view of her ass. She stayed sitting - for now - but leaned to the side, just enough for her wife to lock eyes with her from behind and see the glint in her eyes. No words needed to be said. Mariah knew Bubbles, Bubbles knew Mariah, and they both knew what page they were on.

The Virgin Killer responded with a quick wink as she approached her prey, closing with a couple of bold strides. ”Look what I knocked loose.” Bubbles whistled, proud of her handiwork. ”How about we see if I get the other one to come out?”

That was the only warning she gave before she darted in the opposite direction, storming hard to the other side of the ring. She hit the ropes, came bouncing back towards Agnes at full speed, and swung her arm hard towards the nun’s chest as she neared, looking to clobber her with a lariat and send her ass-over-teakettle to the floor below.

Agnes winced from her position on the ropes. She could still feel Bubble's slashing chop. It burned and reminded her of her failure thus far in this match. Bubbles had been dominating her... As surely most of the fans thought she might.

She remembered the look on the Bookers face when she requested her first match be against Ms. Burste. It was a cross between concern and excitement. That some fresh faced choir girl would demand to face one of the most daunting hentai wrestlers the league had to offer was unbelievable. The shock was only balanced out by the undeniable profitability. Ratings were going to sky rocket as this innocent lamb was put on display in front of the whole world. When she saw the Bookers nipples harden through their business attire... She knew she'd be granted her request.

And here she was. On camera and exposed for the whole world. Her soft round breast marred by a streak of red. Despite this, Sister Agnes did not believe for a moment that the Booker had the right of it.

The whistle drew Agnes out of her reverie and back into her body. Bubbles was drawing nearer and she couldn't find the strength to push off the ropes. "You wouldn't dare!" Cried the sister, wide eyed and frozen like a deer in headlights!

The ring shook as Bubbles bounded towards her. Her voluptuous body in motion was a sight to see. And it wasn't until Bubbles bounced off the other rope that Agnes's pretty eyes narrowed with resolve!

"We have seen the Pride. Now, for the fall!" She declared as Bubbles brought a crushing lariat to bear! However, she'd find that Agnes wasn't on the other side of it! Her body had dropped as she maintained her grip on the ropes! She had pulled them down, bringing them to just about Bubbles thigh height! Agnes level change put her shoulder against Bubbles hips, and she lifted with all of her considerable strength! Attempting to utilize Bubbles momentum and toss her bodily over the top rope. To splatter her on the arena floor, right in front of her wife.

If she was successful, she'd turn and grasp the top rope in both hands, preparing herself to continue and press the assault. "When this is all over, you'll understand it is for your benefit, Sister."

Mariah had a dilemma. A fairly straightforward one.

As she sat there, watching the match, she saw her wife run to the ropes and come at Agnes with a lariat. This was a bad idea. She knew it was a bad idea. Bubbles should have known this was a bad idea, but as much as she loved her wife, she’d be remiss if she didn’t note how easily bouncing bride could get swept away in the excitement of a match, especially when she was fighting a delectable damsel. She got all horny and active and the next thing she knew…

Agnes was going to duck down and make her wipeout on the floor. No question. A move like this was nice when your opponent was all winded and tired, not when you’d just started and all you'd hit them with was a suplex and a chop. A kawaii would still be good to go after that.

So. Mariah could warn Bubbles. A quick yell would be all she’d need, and her wife would come to a screeching halt.

Or, she could just let it happen.

”Mmmmnah.”

Sure enough, Agnes ducked out of the way and Bubbles went flying over the ropes, tumbling to the floor below after she smacked her back on the ring apron. She was a big girl, so she could take that kind of punishment, but she wasn’t going to be doing much moving for a few moments.

Mariah crossed her legs and sipped from a water bottle, swishing it around and gulping it all down at once. ”Having trouble?”

”Little bit.” Bubbles groaned and started to push her way up, shaking her head. [/color=#0099ff]”Enjoying the show?”[/color]

”Oh, you know it.”

Sister Agnes could finally breath a sigh of relief as Bubbles busty body tumbled over the top rope and onto the arena floor below. There was a part of the sexfighting sister that felt bad for the terrible bump the woman took. Her back had bounced off the edge of the ring in a way that made the crowd wince. And on top of that, a girl her size wasn't meant to fall that distance. As Agnes observed the wreckage however, she noticed that there was one woman who -wasn't- concerned. Her wife.

The two were engaging in casual conversation. Mariah jabbing her for her fall and Bubbles acknowledging her suffering. So that was the type of relationship they had? There was a part of Agnes' heart that sang for them. It was sweet in a way that she couldn't deny. Agnes always liked to see a healthy relationship like theirs. Unfortunately. Mariah was the brains behind Bubbles' boobs. She secured the woman's opportunity to enact her sins. And for that, perhaps, Agnes would punish her as well.

With that thought in mind, Agnes took off towards the other side of the ring, as Bubbles had moments before! Her back hit the ropes transferring and redoubling that momentum as she rocketed towards Bubbles!

"Sister, I fear that your attentions are misaligned. There is only one woman you should be worried about right now!"

She wanted to make sure that Bubbles got to see what was coming for her as Agnes stormed towards the ropes, as if she intended to rebound a second time.

And at the last possible second, she leapt! Turning in the air and bending at the waist! So athletic was her body that she could touch her toes in mid-air. What that also meant, is that she had turned her barely covered butt into an arrowhead!

Sister Agnes' fit form flew at Bubbles with a Suicide Hip Attack! A high-risk maneuver meant to concuss her foe while forcing her foe in-between her perfect backside. If she connected, it would see Agnes riding bubbles all the way to the cruel mats of the outside area! Forcing her face further into the confines of the Sister's crotch!

Hip Attack!:

However... And perhaps this part was the most cruel... If Bubbles moved, it was Mariah who would taste Agnes's ass.

Mariah found herself on the floor, next to the chair she’d been sitting on a minute ago, with a bunch of papers strewn all about her. Staring up at the ceiling, arms splayed, she took a moment to process this, trying to figure out what had just happened to her. It was all kind of a blur, but the events were rapidly coming back to her.

She’d been sitting there, looking down at her wife, striking up a little conversation while she waited for Agnes to join them on the outside. Mariah was casual about the whole affair - not that she didn’t want Bubbles to win, but really, that was always a distant concern for them. They were having fun. Hot, sweaty, lewd fun. That was what they came to the AFW for. And, really, Bubbles’ fanbase didn’t care whether she won or not, if the fanpolls were to be believed. As long as she did it sexy way, they were still willing to buy her merch.

So, secure in the moment, she took the time to chat with her wife...or started, too, anyway. She hadn’t gotten far into the conversation, however, when she heard Agnes calling to them, looking up, and saw the nun flying out of the ring with her rear first. Bubbles leaped out of the way - on pure reflex, she assumed - and after that, things got fuzzy. Super fuzzy.

And smooth.

And hot.

And there was an ass dominating the lower part of her vision. Just now noticed that.

Mariah blinked, opened her mouth to speak, and found a bunch of flesh muzzling, as her jaw had wound up firmly wedged in Agnes’ cheeks. It was far from the most unpleasant thing, but all the same, she found herself squirming underneath the large woman, fighting for air as the audience laughed and whooped and cheered.

That included Bubbles, too. ”Almost had me, sugar buns.” She strolled back over to Agnes, clapping as she neared. ”Not quite, though.”

Looking to move in before Agnes could rise again, Bubbles closed the distance with a short hop and swung her foot low, aiming a punting kick at the nun’s breadbasket.

Agnes had presumed that Bubbles would not have been willing to put her cherished wife's well-being at risk. She had clearly underestimated her place on the scale of malevolence. While Mariah was far from an innocent bystander, she was not the intended target of Agnes's suicide butt-dive. That said, she was the inheritor of said attack as soon as Bubbles had passed on it.

Her toned body rode the business manager to the floor in a way that left her dazed! The woman's features were buried between her bare cheeks. Her face treated to the warm scents and tastes of the aroused nun. "Ohhhh!" Was puled from her lips at the moment of impact. A combined moan of surprise and pleasure!

The terrible crowd of course applauded the humiliation of the innocent! It was what they were here for. And chief amongst them... Bubbles herself! Agnes looked at the woman aghast! Her lovely eyes wide and mouth open as the woman approached her clapping and laughing. Relishing in the unfortunate sensual domination of her honey! "Wha!? You m-moved?!" She asked as she placed a hand on her thigh to begin to push up.

And then her back went rigid! Mariah's struggling kicked in as she came to! Her mouth opened, warmly breathing directly against her thinly veiled womanhood! A wave of arousal crashed into her! It locked her in place and her words were lost. Instead coming out in sweet, short breathed pants! "Nn! Oh!" And of course, flooded Mariah's taste buds.

The result was an unexpected double team attack! Agnes was frozen in place! At the mercy of Mariah's unknowing ministrations as they tickled her sex and ass! She wanted to defend herself, but instead, her tongue lolled out of her mouth as Bubbles buried her boot in her belly! "GWAH!" All of the air left her body! Along with all of her strength!

She collapsed, her hands clutching her belly! Her eyes rolled into her head in agony. The result... Was that Agnes now laid atop Mariah in an improvised 69! Her agony and pleasure induced expression was forced between Mariah's thighs. Her tongue, still out, pressed against her clothed mound. She gasped, coughed, and sputtered in such away that she was erratically pleasuring the woman with her mouth. It was... Surprisingly effective! Ontop of that, her thighs tightened against Mariah's face, burying her deeper between them. The new position forced her nose against ass and her mouth firmly against the now sodden bottoms.

Bubbles had quite the show, as Agnes moaned breathlessly against her wife's lovely body. And as her wife was being suffocated by the most pious facesit she'd ever experienced. And perhaps... One of the wettest.

"Nnff~ Oh... M-my~Mmf!"

Hm. It hadn’t occurred to Mariah until just this moment, but Agnes’ was only the second ass that had ever smothered her, the first being Bubbles. It was kind of a weird precedent, what with her being such a sexually active woman in the AFW. She didn’t mind a good ass smothering, but it just hadn’t come up before with anyone but her wife, and it meant she had fresh territory to cover, here. Her wife’s ass tended to be hard, unyielding, rippling with dense muscle that seemed to swallow you and draw you in with every breath you took. Agnes’ ass, however, was softer and supple, a soothing sensation, warm and inviting. It was the sort of ass she couldn’t gone to sleep on, even without the smothering, and the thought grew more enticing with each passing moment.

If the smell and growing wetness in Agnes’ crotch was any indication, she wasn’t the only one getting something out of this. Moaning. Purring. Those vibrations traveled through her body, all too easy for Mariah to feel. She was an expert when it came to hot, giant blonds, and she could tell this one was ready to burst.

So, naturally, Mariah did what came to her instinctually in this situation: She started serving, pleasing, loving Agnes’ body, and while she couldn’t tell exactly how Bubbles had turned that to her advantage, it was all too clear that she did. She could feel the air leave the nun’s body, and then came the collapse, as her body falling over Mariah’s like a blanket.

As Bubbles looked on, she watched as her wife and Agnes began to enjoy each other, dipping into each other’s pussies, licking at each other, reveling in the moment. It was quite a sight, and there was no way Bubbles could interrupt it. Mariah would never forgive her.

But that hardly meant she couldn’t participate.

”Excuuuuuuuse me.” She threw her leg over Agnes body and sat down on her back, forcing Mariah’s face even deeper into the dark moistness. At the same time, she leaned forward and pushed at the back of Agnes’ head, grinding her face against her wife’s face. And she didn’t forget about her own pleasure, either - while all of this was happening, Bubbles’ rocked her hips, working herself off on her opponent’s broad back. ”Don’t mind me. Just making sure you fuck my wife the right way.”

Words that were rarely uttered.

Mariah's smell and taste flooded her mouth and nose. It swirled about inside her mind and boggled her senses. Her lovely blonde hair and veil fell over her face, hiding her predicament from the sight of the commonfolk. Her nose was buried in the woman's best kept secret. Her lips force-ably plastered to her flower. Her eyes had rolled up into her head... A combination of the air being kicked out of her, and Mariah's subserviant lapping! And then Bubbles weight fell upon her back. It forced her deeper into the manager's mound and created another expulsion of air she didn't know she still had in her!

Her legs tightened in shock and panic before they began to seize and spasm! She was trapped, and her sensitive sex was under siege! Mariah's mouth was expert in it's molestation! Her pussy ran with sweet honey, soaking and drowning Mariah as Agnes' hips bucked uncontrollably. She could feel her insides squeezing and sucking on emptiness... A desperate longing to be filled. She was all but throbbing against Mariah's mouth. "Mmn! Sho good!" Her moans muffled by muff.

Agnes' instincts took over as Bubbles began to use her bare back as a sexual saddle. Her face was roughly rubbed against Mariah as her wife bucked against her. Every thrust coming with a pathetic whimpering moan that would reverberate through the halls of the managers covered crotch. The pious pussy-eater reflected on her time with her sisters... All of the training they had been put through. She had learned their bodies intimately. Especially Lucia's. Many a time had she cleansed her sister, licked her clean and drank deeply of her sin.

And that zealotry took the reigns for Agnes as she began to consume Mariah with profound skill. Her lips caressed her body in a way that was unbecoming for a prostitute, forget a nun. She slurped and lapped so loudly that ladies in the audience would be jealous just from hearing her. "Mmph! Mn! Shlrp!" Her hands grasped the woman's inner thighs and spread the flimsy fabric that separated their skin. She pulled it taut against her. The barrier only intensifying the sensations as Agnes sought to ruin the woman's clothes with her cum!

It wasn't about competition... After all. Sister Agnes had lost all sense of self within this dog pile of sin. But she sought to break Mariah's mind through her mound... All while her wife watched and dry humped Agnes's back. All while her own hallowed passage sloppily soaked Mariah's suffocating face. She hadn't cum... But Mariah could be confident... When and if she did, it would be as a fire hose.